Disclaimer: Read chapter one. Rated M for breathing room.
Pairings: Not known as of yet.
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Rating: T
Midnight Summer
Chapter Thirty-Six
The next few seconds flashed faster than Gwyn thought it could. As the first man fell the second made the first mistake. He released the woman's arm. As the guy move, the lady's hand flew up and something sharp shoot out of it. The man dropped in seconds.
Then, as Gwyn stood and watched, move of the shiny objects flew. Two fell. Then, as the last jumped her, the woman grabbed his chin and snapped his neck. Gwyn stood speechless the entire time. Just watching.
Holy Shit!
She would have stepped back if the woman didn't stagger and slump into the wall. Another swear word escapes her mouth and she grips her abdomen in pain.
Gwyn's eyes widen and she rushes to the unnamed woman's side. She can see the woman's face better now. Can see the smeared eyeliner running down her face, the loose hair that was torn from its holding, and the pale skin almost seems sickly now. The pain is clear in her dark eyes and she watches Gwyn with caution.
"A-Are you…no, of course n-not…you're not f-fine." Gwyn steps closer and pulls the woman's arm over her shoulder.
"Here, l-lean on me." Gwyn says and, to her surprise, the woman does.
It may only be because the pain is to much to take. She needs support. That much Gwyn knows.
A sick, twisting sensation fills her stomach as she steps around the bodies. The blood squishes under her shoes and she feels bile rising in her throat. Yet she pushes it down.
She keeps to the alley's and weaves her way down the familiar paths until she reaches her home. She can see the roof appearing nearly half-an-hour later. See the light front porch and the dark windows.
"Hold on, miss." She tells the woman as she reaches the gate that leads to her house.
The woman only grunts and, after a few struggling minutes, she finally gets them both inside with the door closed behind them. She sets her on the couch, well, lies her on the couch and rushes around the house gathering needed items to attend to the woman's injuries. She even grabs a few towels.
She brings the stuff back into the front room and sets them on the table. The woman's, no – a girl's, face is pale. Gwyn suspects it is due to blood lose.
She carefully rolls the woman onto her back and brushes her dark, near black bangs from her face. Her eyes open carefully and she blinks before groaning.
"W-where am I?" she asks.
She blinks and she shifts in her black before grunting. Gwyn places a hand on her shoulder, presses down, and says, "Please, relax. Y-you're at my house. I'm g-going to tend to your w-wounds."
She carefully pulls up the woman's shirt and winces. The gash goes from her hip and vanishes beneath the unmoved portion of her shirt. A cold tingle travels along her spin.
"You're going to h-have to remove the s-shirt." The woman tells her but Gwyn already knew that.
She can only get to the injury if there is nothing blocking the way. Like the shirt is.
Gwyn nods and turns to the different tools on the table. She had grabbed the scissors earlier during the hunt but had hoped not to use them. So much for hoping…
She quickly cuts the shirt off and eyes the damage that is her current task.
The gash travels from her right hip and ends along the side of her left breast. She's surprised the black contraption didn't get damaged.
The wound, however, looks like it needs stitching.
Gwyn pales.
"You…you have t-to…" the female's eyes close before she finishes, "I'll b-bleed to death if y-you don't."
Gwyn opens up her mother's advanced medical kit (she put it together herself) and eyes all the supplies in it. Her mom always thinks ahead. She's afraid that, if something like this was ever to happen, that they would have a way to stop the bleeding or keep the person awake. She just never thought she'd have to use it.
She pulls out the needed and grabs the rough thread. She strings the needle before pausing.
"D-do you know h-how to stitch s-someone up?" the woman asks and Gwyn answers, "The only thing I've actually used needle and thread on is clothing and my brother's stuff animals."
The older female closes her eyes before she says, "Then p-pretend I'm your b-brother's stuff animal."
Gwyn frowns and eyes the wound. She knows she has to do this. After she has it pulled together, to the best of her ability at least, then she can call for help. Till then…
Gwyn leans in and eyes the flesh. How can she do this? How is it done?
She shakes her head.
Think of it like she said…
She brushes her fingers along the wound, taking in the shape, before nodding to herself. She decides to start at the top, the one that has the most flesh, and pulls the edges together.
She feels the pile rising in her throat once again as she readies the needle.
I'm going to be sick…
She clears her head. She keeps telling herself that she can do this. That if she doesn't than the woman before her will die. That she will pass from this life right before her. And she'll feel bad afterwards because she didn't stop it from happening.
"Just do it!" the demand catches Gwyn by surprise and she jumps slightly.
She nods, pulls the flesh together till it's an even line, and takes a calming breath.
Then, slowly, she presses the needle through.
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Note from the Author: .Ah! Gwyn, what are you doing! Do you even know what you're doing? LOL. Asking my own character that. And we don't even know who the woman is! Ahhhh! I'm driving myself crazy. Anyway, kind of odd that this is all taking place during the same time period as the dance, huh? LOL. Poor Gwyn, probably wishes she went to the dance instead...of having to stitch up some woman.
Profiles:
Gwyn Armstrong
Age: 15, almost 16
Gender: female
Hair: chocolate brown, long
Eyes: Dark, rust-color (almost brown)
Family: Mom- Kelly, dad, Max, Grandma Berta, Ari
Gin (NM)
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Hair: Long, brown
Eyes: Green
Family: (NM)
Ari Armstrong
Age: Death - 10, Now: would be 15/16
Gender: Male
Hair: brown
Eyes: light, rust-color
Family: Mom- Kelly, dad, Max, Gwyn, Grandmother Berta
Max Armstrong
Age: 7, almost 8
Gender: male
Hair: brown
Eyes: brown
Family: (Read above)
Vaughn (NM)
Age: (NM)
Gender: Male
Hair: (NM)
Eyes: (NM)
Family: (NM)
Mark (NM)
Age: (NM)
Gender: Male
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue
Family: (NM)
R&R